Venus And Mars

As promised, something insightful:

Cows In Art Class

good weather
is like
good women-
it doesn't always happen
and when it does
it doesn't
always last.
man is
more stable:
if he's bad
there's more chance
he'll stay that way,
or if he's good
he might hang
on,
but a woman
is changed
by
children
age
diet
conversation
sex
the moon
the absence or
presence of sun
or good times.
a woman must be nursed
into subsistence
by love
where a man can become
stronger
by being hated.

~Charles Bukowski

I don't think anyone could have explained the difference between men and women better than Bukowski did. Sure he indirectly refers to women as cows, but it was done so tastefully! Anyway, that's one of my favorite poems by one of my favorite poets. I could speak forever about it, but this is a blog and not an English course, so I will spare you the headache of poetry analysis. You're welcome. ;D

But the point of the poem was to demonstrate the difference between two opposite worlds. Today was an interesting day. Rather uneventful, but I had a long talk with my mother about our generations. How different we are, how her generation will probably never understand mine, how we're on completely different levels. She tried to tell me we were the downfall of society and that we will never last due to our reliance on technology. But I had to remind her that the generation prior to hers said the EXACT same thing. The Baby Boomers defied tradition and advanced technologically and look at them; they came out perfectly fine. I can't wait to see what our generation can do in the future. I also can't wait to see the disgusted faces of Boomers when society becomes even MORE insanely unorthodox than it is now. Call me cynical, but proving people wrong gives me a natural high. :D

I guess opposites really do attract. Men with women, protons with electrons, Boomers with contemporaries. The only difference is the latter attracts purely to attack each other, whereas the rest attract harmoniously, if that makes any sense.

My favorite thing ever is when my parents doubt me. No really, it is my favorite. It makes me want to work that much harder to show how wrong they are. I swear they think I'm dysfunctional, but little do they know what I have up my sleeve for my future. ;] Maybe it's reverse psychology. Maybe they're doing that on purpose so I become something in life instead of being content with feeble encouragement. Maybe...

HAHAHA, no way. My parents aren't THAT clever now. In the end, the joke's on them!

Devious optimism is so much fun. :D

Goodnight, world!